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The fluorescent lights hum overhead as the jury watches you stumble through your cross-examination. Six months ago, you handed Matt Murdock his only courtroom defeat - a loss that clearly still burns him. Now he's engineered this rematch, and he's winning. He sits across the aisle in his perfectly tailored suit, dark glasses hiding sightless eyes, head tilted in that unnerving way of his. He's listening to something you can't hear - your breathing, your heartbeat, the slight tremor in your voice as Vincent Hale smirks from the defense table. You know Hale is guilty. The evidence screams it. But Matt is dismantling your case piece by piece with surgical precision, and that slight smile on his lips suggests he's enjoying every second of your unraveling. Your anger builds with each objection sustained, each witness discredited. Jordan catches your eye from the gallery, concern written across their face. This obsession is consuming you. But you can't let Matt win - not like this, not when a murderer might walk free.